• Here we stand,
    As slaves to life,
    Unable to be unbound
    Until the time is right

    To look at the world,
    Through an amber spyglass,
    Never seeing things up close,
    But only from far away

    We still walk, carry on,
    Sticking to our everyday schemes,
    Putting on another mask, a performance,
    So be it,

    After a while, we decay inside,
    Leaving just a suit, a skin,
    But loosing all else,
    As a slave to life,